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Mark Connelly. I have a picture that shows a group of over thirty of us standing around at one of those parties. This one included the Cheney silk folk and Bob Sherwood, of course-- Bob and Madeline Sherwood... You can imagine what fun we had, playing games and whatnot.

Was it more fun or was there ever intellectual discussion?

Intellectual discussion? The lowest possible level. Everybody let down the barriers. We danced and screamed with laughter and played tricks on one another. Heywood Broun spent one morning trying to organize the help, urging them to strike for higher wages.

The food was atrocious. You couldn't possibly feed all of these people properly in this great big barn up in Arden. We all used to sneak down to a place called the Big Apple on the main highway, late at night, to really get something to eat.

There were bowling alleys downstairs. Every kind of equipment was there. I remember endless croquet games. It snowed one Thanksgiving and we had to shovel the lawn. Everybody had to work to get the lawn ready for croquet. And the bowling! I remember great matches with prizes. It all was great fun.

As Harriman became more and more a public figure, did you keep on your contact?

Yes. We're still trying to get Averell to write his